Asylum Poem by David Wood

Why does there need to be the sort of thing? I think now it becomes a contest until someone cracks. We need to help these people. Again we leave it until babies die and hearts are broken. I' m with you.

Nowhere to turn! ! ! With refugees here and there. Great work!

A very intense and vivid picture of the chaos going on, refugees fleeing their own countries, scared, terrified, not knowing from one moment to the next what will happen to them. Their moments of peace quickly disappear when discovering they are not welcome in another country where they had hoped would give them a reprieve from the violence they have left. Extremely well stated situations, I commend you for such an excellent poem depicting the horror of evil. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn.